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My name's Sam. I've been cutting men's hair for twenty
three years, which is long enough to know two things
for absolute certainty. One, they will always ask busy today,
while watching you clearly be busy. Two, at some point
one of them will say something that makes you consider
early retirement or prison. You're good with your hands, babe,
a guy said to me that morning, winking at his
own reflection. I paused mid trim, looked at him with
a glare. I'm even better with sharp scissors, I said, sweetly,
and snipped them near his ear. Behind me, Joe snorted.
Joe had been working the next chair over for years.
She was brunette, same age as me, same level of
done with everything, just slightly more patient, which wasn't saying much.
When the guy left, she leaned over. You're going to
snap one day, she said, I've already snapped. I replied,
this is me holding it together. She grinned. We need
a break for real. We'd talked about it for months.
Now was the time to do it. Yes, I said immediately.
Two weeks later, I was standing in the middle of
a ski resort that looked like it belonged on a postcard.
Snow everywhere, mountains like something out of a movie, log cabins,
soft lights, the whole thing. I took one deep breath
of cold, clean air and thought, right, this is it.
This is where I finally get some me time. No men,
no clients, No one is asking me if I do
house calls. Okay, I said, turning to Joe. This is perfect.
She nodded. Then a group of guys walked past, yelling
something about shots and checking out the babes. I closed
my eyes. Give me fucking strength, I muttered. We went
out that night anyway, nice bar, music, fire going, and men,
so many men. Within ten minutes. One of them leaned
in and said, you girls here for a bit of fun.
I looked him dead in the eye. I was, I said,
but then you started speaking to me. Joe nearly fell
off her stool laughing. Another one tried his luck with her.
So what do you do, he asked, She smiled politely.
I lose interest fast when men who smell of desperation
and viagra come on to me. We lasted forty five minutes, right,
I said, grabbing my coat. That's me done. I'm officially
retired from men. Same Joe said, let's go before someone
says one night stand again, like it's a compliment. The
next morning, slightly hungover and completely over it, we booked
a private sauna. We got to the sauna and the
heat hung in the air. No interruptions, Joe said, dropping
onto the bench, no talking, just heat and silence. Perfect,
I said, wrapping a towel around myself. Steam filled the room, warm, quiet, peaceful.
For the first time in a long time, I actually relaxed.
Joe leaned back, closing her eyes. This is better than
last night. Everything is better than last night, I said.
A pause. Then our arms brushed, just slightly bare skin.
I jumped as a spark of electricity passed between us.
I glanced over. Joe was already looking at me. There
was a second where neither of us said anything. Then
she let out a small laugh. Well, she said, that's new.
I exhaled. Yeah. We didn't move away, which probably said
more than anything else. I looked at her properly then,
not like I had at work, not like I had
over drinks, just looked, and suddenly something clicked. All those years,
all those useless conversations with men, all that effort trying
to find something that actually worked. I shook my head slightly,
almost laughing at myself. You know what's funny, I said, what?
All this time I thought the problem was finding the
right man. Joe raised an eyebrow and I shrugged. Turns
out the problem might have just been men. She laughed
at that, proper laugh. Bold statement, she said, accurate, though,
I replied. Another pause. We held our gaze on one another.
If you're thinking what I'm thinking, tell me it's a
terrible idea, she said quietly. I thought about it. I
really did. Then I smiled. Nope, that was all it took.
Slowly we moved into a kiss. Our lips brushed gently,
and a shudder of passion pulsed through my body. Jesus,
this felt so right. Then we kissed harder, longer. Joe
ran a hand down my arm and I gasped, you
like that, she asked. I nodded, then moved in to
kiss her deeply, tongues slowly swirling around each other, gently lapping. Fuck.
I was getting hot. I ran a hand through her
hair and held her neck, squeezing it slightly. She pulled
away and laughed gently. I never told you I like
it rough, she said. I smiled. You never told me,
I said, but I think I'm going to find out.
I lunged forward, kissed, and sucked on her neck. I
could feel goose bumps rise on her hot flesh as
I went to work teasing and tonguing her. Joe moaned
and pulled my hair, licked my cheek animalistically. A raw
magnetism building between us that feels fucking good, she said,
in a breathy voice. I felt her hands run down
from my shoulders to my tits, going straight for my
nipples and pinching them hard. I gasped, bitch, and pulled away, laughing.
She held onto them, pulling me close again. Tell me stop,
she said, playfully. I didn't, and we kissed again, harder, passionately,
breathing hot and heavy. I grabbed Joe's tits now and
did the same to her, squeezing her nipples. I heard
her groan, then whisper harder. I applied pressure, and her
eyes glazed in ecstasy. Fuck, she gasped, This bitch really
did like it rough? This was going to be fun.
I put pushed her back on the bench, lay between
her legs, and began to lick and suck on her nipples,
biting them, sucking them hard, then teasing them with my tongue. Fuck,
that's it, she said, shuddering with pleasure. I licked down
her sweaty body, across her stomach, and then kissed down
to her pussy. She spread her legs wide, showing me
the wetness of her hot ready cunt. Eat me, she said,
through gritted teeth, grabbing my hair and trying to pull
me into her. I pulled back, smiled cockily, and made
her weight as I slowly sank my face into her
dripping snatch. Joe moaned as I'd never heard her moan before.
Her mouth became an oh of pleasure. I licked into
her wet fold, worming my tongue into her clit. She
breathed out hard, aching that was good. Then I run
my tongue down to her pussy and dove my tongue
between her lips, making out with her wetness. Yes, she yelped,
Keep fucking going. I built up a rhythm eating her pussy. Fuck.
She tasted so good. And she just kept getting wetter.
Then I turned up the heat. I started to finger
her slicked up kunt and buried my face in her clit,
licking like a slut in heat. Joe writhed in pure pleasure,
moaning and shuddering. Is that good, I said, as I
pumped her pussy. So good, she yelped. Joe was about
to come, but she shot up and away from me,
holding in the orgasm that was about to rip through her.
Come here, she demanded, and we kissed again desperately. She
licked my lips, enjoying the taste of her hunt on them.
Come on, you eat my cunt and I'll eat yours,
she said feverishly, and lay on the floor and spread
her legs wide. I straddled her and pushed my ass
into her face, and I buried my face between her legs. Fuck,
it was so hot being in a sixty nine with
my best friend. Joe spread my ass cheeks wide and
ran her slick pink tongue from clit to kunt to
asshole in one long lap. Shit, I cried, it felt
so good. She really was a filthy bitch. Then she
ate me better than anyone who'd ever eaten me before
licking my clit, tonguing my pussy, rimming my asshole. She
went to work like a pro. I could barely keep
my composure eating her cunt with the things she was
doing to me. I fucked her hard with two fingers,
spitting and licking her clit, making her good and wet.
She did the same to me, going fast with her
fingers as her tongue went wild. Slap my fucking ass,
Joe ordered, and I slapped her sweaty ass cheeks until
red hand prints appeared. Then I went back to eating
her out. We both started to moan and then roared
in primal pleasure as we both orgasmed at the same time,
tasting each other's hot come deep from inside our cunts.
We both lay there in a sweaty heap, both good
and fucked. We untangled from each other got up onto
the bench, both dripping with sweat from the sex and
the sauna. Then we both heard a noise, noticed movement,
and stared through the layer of steam in front of us.
A group of men in towels with hot ardawns poking
in the front, sat grinning at us from the other
side of the room. One of the men said, I
think you girls were supposed to go to the private sauna,
not the public. Oh shit. We got out of there,
laughing our asses off. Later, wrapped in robes, sitting outside
with hot drinks and snow falling around us, I stared
out at the mountains. Well, I said, Joe took a
sip of her drink. Well, she replied. I shook my head,
smiling to myself. All those years, I said, all those dates,
all those men, She added, I winced, don't remind me.
She laughed, then nudged my arm, so she said casually,
same plan tonight. I didn't even hesitate. Absolutely, I raise
my glass, and for the first time in a long time,
I wasn't looking for anything anymore, because with my face
buried in my best friend's pussy, I'd already found it.
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